Enemies to Lovers?

I don’t think there’s anything better than the concept. What if your enemy is also the enemy of the state? What if he’s the son of a mafia Don, hell bent on destroying everything you’ve worked for. And what if…you’re forced to make a deal with your complete submission? Just a taste of Surrendering to the Enemy. Releasing soon.

EXCERPT

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and nothing I want to have anything to do with. Try telling that to my father, the patriarch; formidable and considered one of the most dangerous his controlmen in America. I used to adore him when I was a kid, following him around as if he were a Rockstar, my hero. Then I found out the truth.

He’s nothing but a monster, although his age and unscrupulous ways have taken a toll on his Kingdom as well as his family. And I’m his son, well one of two. My brother, Giovanni is several years older, a catch to the ladies, the next in line for the Chicago throne. And I could care less.

Montego Calduchi is the preordained crime boss of Chicago, his ruthless and brutal activities considered legendary, even among the other crime syndicate families. He rules with an iron fist, preferring to cut a man down versus hear any excuse.

There are dozens if not hundreds of people who would stop at nothing to butcher my father and if you grilled me I’d have to say, I might be on that list. The trouble with power is that everyone else wants a piece of it. Given the New York crime syndicate was muscling in, the Chicago boys had determined that their brand of viciousness meant they should be top dog. There was also concern about the various wanna be’s from Jersey to Philadelphia, so I’d say my father’s days are numbered.

Good riddance.

And me? Well, I’d guess my days are numbered too, if my brother has anything to say about it. I rubbed my eyes, snickering at my lapse of judgment. I should have taken my college education and slipped out of the country when I’d had the chance. Sadly, the perks of the ‘industry’, if you can call racketeering and extorsion any kind of profession, were far too much of a draw. Within months, I was following in my father’s footsteps until I’d had enough. So, here I am. Considered the bad boy of the Calduchi family.

Only I don’t call him my father any longer, at least not to his face. I lost that kind of respect during the last pseudo war occurring on the Chicago streets.

I’m used to having all the perks of a rich man. You know what I’m talking about: fast cars, even faster boats, and the kind of women who can make a cock hard in a single glance. I’ve had three hot babes hanging on my arms for various black-tie events, the envy of every red-blooded male. Slinky red dresses with slits just below their perfectly coiffed cunts. Cleavage low enough that almost any movement created gasps from other more conservative guests. And every one of the ladies with bodies to kill. You know the drill. Every man’s fantasy. All for the sake of a thrill.

Yeah, pretty damn hot. The issue? I’m always bored as fuck. Nothing ever changes. Maybe the lack of conversation or intelligence in my particular choices had finally taken a toll. I wanted more out of life. Great. Now, I sounded like all the rest of the dumb assholes I’d graduated with. Some were perfect students, trying their best to make a difference in this jaded world. Then there were my friends, the kind of boys you warned your little girls about. We went to Princeton. The finest education money and threats could buy. What fine upstanding gentlemen. I couldn’t help but chortle at the thought. We’d taken debauchery to an entirely ridiculous level, but none of us had any fear of retribution, or concern about finances either.

That was because no one dared touch us for fear of retaliation. One phone call from our respective fathers and the local morgue would have filled to capacity.

And not a single person would have opened their mouth.

So, we were nothing but bastards, savoring the spoils of our positions. Only six years later and my old college buddies were living exactly the lifestyle we’d sworn we’d never succumb to. Three were married with kids and the other two were well on their way. I was the last remaining hope for remaining unattached.

I pushed the latest financials across my desk and leaned back in the chair, swiveling from side to side. Bishop Enterprises was doing well, despite the difficulty acquiring other companies and the tough economy. In two short years since my takeover, I’ve been labeled a success. I’m also feared among my peers, my presence at any business meeting or local event tolerated at best.

This was my attempt at being an upstanding citizen, much to my father’s chagrin. Having a legit portion of the Calduchi enterprise looked good on paper, but slowly over time, reality had set in. I was far too much like my father, accepting the old ways – enforcement. My head ached from the thought, let alone living what I considered a lie. Hell. I wasn’t entirely certain who I was any longer. One thing was for certain. I’d become a dangerous man even if only using a pen.

At least the majority of the time.

I had another soiree to attend tonight and at minimum I needed to make an appearance. The tone would be established the moment I set foot in the ballroom. There would be Hell to pay. I had no choice at this point. Time was of the essence, final deals required. If not, Bishop would lose standing in the ruthless world of real estate takeovers. A female companion was required in order to keep any concept of peace. I closed and rubbed my eyes, furious that I’d accepted the invitation. A damn real estate party for the bigwigs in the developer industry.

And I was one of them.

Granted, I had business to conduct, two companies that needed reinforcement in the pressure to sell. Neither had budged even though fairly rough tactics had been used in order to influence their decision. Nope. I wasn’t proud, but I didn’t have enough muscle behind me to go up against my father. Plus, I had a quota to fill and their pristine ethics meant absolutely zero to me. By the end of the night, they would sign on the dotted line or the illustrious party would turn into a bloodbath. What few soldiers that had been directed to follow my lead were chomping at the bit.

A light rapping on the closed door drew my attention and not in a good way. I’d given strict instructions not to be bothered. “Yes?” Watching as the door opened little more than a crack reminded me that I was a business owner with employees who needed occasional direction. “Come in, Molly.”

She was freckle faced and perky on normal days, her strawberry blonde hair and dancing hazel eyes always giving me a smile. Today, she seemed pensive, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Or that she was terrified.

What do you think? And don’t forget, my HOT off the presses science fiction book just might wet your appetite. Oh, did I mention the aliens have two cocks? Try and imagine…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted warriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and she has a tasty, new release. Poppy lives in rural Wales, where she pens wicked and delicious stories with Blushing Books. Let’s take a peek at her latest release.

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.Fear's whisper

When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.

Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?

EXCERPT

Jake had crawled back into bed, tired and irritable, at five on Sunday morning, muttering and cursing, and had woken up later that morning with dark shadows under his eyes, an almost fixed frown marring his usually relaxed features and his normally cheerful temperament sadly absent.

Charlotte took it all in her stride. It was good to know all the facets of the person you were becoming involved with. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny her disappointment at his stark refusal to play, either at home or at the club, saying he wasn’t in the right frame of mind and didn’t want to risk her wellbeing by scening when he was angry.

Privately, Charlotte thought he was being more than just a little bit melodramatic. If there was anything that Jake could truly benefit from at that moment, then it was a mindblowing release to relieve his tension and lighten his irritation.

Racking her brain over the conventions and the nuances of D/s relationships, Charlotte came to the conclusion that if one of her roles as a sub was to serve then—albeit her own interpretation—she should take it upon herself to ease his troubles.

After plying him with a delicious home cooked meal and a glass of red wine, she’d sent him off for a shower then waylaid him when he’d finished and insisted on massaging his tight, knotted shoulders and neck.

Satisfaction had energised her as she felt him relax and unwind, his muscles yielding and loosening beneath her busy fingers. Finally, with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla teasing the air from the oil she’d used, Charlotte cajoled him to lie on his back under the pretext of giving him a foot rub.

In truth, her efforts in that department were rather half-hearted, her attention diverted instead to the growing bulge in the underwear he’d insisted on wearing—stupid man, like that was going to stop her!

She held back as long as she could, but as she watched the soft jersey of his boxers tent in an effort to contain his erection, she found her mouth-watering in anticipation.

Jake lay, seemingly relaxed, with his eyes closed despite the obvious rigidity in certain parts of his anatomy. After licking her lips for maybe the fifth time, Charlotte could restrain herself no longer. In one swift movement, she surged forward, dragged away the offensive covering, grasped his balls in her oil slicked fingers and sucked his cock into her hot, wet mouth, gobbling him down till the tip hit the back of her throat. When Jake bucked involuntarily, a harsh groan wrenching from deep within as he instinctively ploughed his fingers into her hair, fisting it tightly in a move that had her moaning around his sensitive flesh and causing him to exhale loudly while a shudder ripped through his leanly muscled frame as the vibrations titillated his senses.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down to where his rock-hard shaft disappeared behind her soft pink lips, the visual alone almost enough to send him over the edge.

“You know this is topping from the bottom, don’t you?” he demanded roughly once he’d regained a fragment of composure.

Charlotte looked up the length of his smoothly sculpted chest, slowly lifting her head until his dick left her mouth with a defined pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jake sagged back on the bed, his chest quaking with the low chuckle that rumbled through him, and Charlotte privately thrilled at her success in lifting his wretched spirits.

“Suck me good, wench!” Jake demanded instead, and she hid a secret smile as she did just that and felt a warmth in her chest at having lightened his mood, which had nothing at all to

do with sex.

BIO

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

WHERE TO FIND HER

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https://poppyflynnbooks.blogspot.com/

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PURCHASE LINKS

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 Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

A Taste of Millionaire Daddy

When he simply lifts his chin and says, “Come here, little girl. Daddy has something for you.” Does that make you sizzle, creating a wet wave of heat? Mmm…  We all know some of the most unconventional romances can be even more…passionate. Do you crave a firm hand? Do you long for a dominating man? Will a hard spanking resolve you of your sins? All these questions are far too tempting. I know my answer.

A sexy story came to me in the middle of the night and as with all my stories, a bit off themillionairedaddy_full cuff. No pun intended. Imagine craving stern discipline so much so that you’ll do anything to get it. That’s the premise of Millionaire Daddy, releasing tomorrow from Stormy Night Publications. I think you’ll enjoy a tempting taste…

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

Her master’s cock had been hard as a rock. Jenna would never forget the way his shaft throbbed, thumping against her belly as he spanked her. She’d wanted nothing more than to slide onto her knees, releasing his dick and sucking him dry. Wasn’t that a quaint addition? She rolled her eyes as she fastened her skirt. Why had she panicked, racing out of his house? Think about something else.

Wear something special.Well, this outfit should do it. She glanced at the perfectly pressed white shirt and the checkered short skirt and giggled. She’d ordered the damn outfit from Amazon, terrified she’d look like an idiot. She had to admit, with her hair in pigtails, she resembled the schoolgirl look more than she cared to admit. At least this would make certain to draw the line in the sand. They were just an arrangement. Nothing more.

She twirled and pouted like a teenager, holding the stance. Then she fell against the dresser, smacking her hand on top. Who did she actually think she was kidding? She’d fantasized about the man for so many hours, she’d lost track of the days. Everything about her spanking had left her… well, in panic mode for a solid day, finally accepting that she had feelings for him. For the man who had spanked her to the point she’d had trouble sitting for a solid day. Not good in any manner.

Frowning at her reflection, she twisted and lifted her skirt. The very white baby doll panties might be a bit too much, but she was determined to go through with this, one way or another. Pulling on the elastic, she rubbed her hand across her ass cheeks, no longer able to see any red marks. Damn. Well, she’d have more after this evening. After the spanking, she’d realized that she did indeed crave not only his firm hand, but his authority in the way that he required her to follow his rules.

Not being allowed to come had been the worst. She huffed and eased her panties back into position, smoothing down her skirt before hiking up her socks. Well, the look was going to have to do. If she didn’t leave now, she would be late, and she didn’t want to risk even harsher punishment.

“Here goes nothing.” She had to keep her hormones squashed. Snickering as she walked out the door, she caught the eye of more than one of her neighbors. “Shit.” Another curse word. The list was growing longer.

The drive was filled with the same apprehension, but this time her emotions were complex. She felt like a student with a huge crush on her teacher, bending over his desk for a whipping with a wooden ruler. Her panties were already damp from the thought of seeing him again. Adding the naughty image into her mind only proved to make her nipples hard.

She was behind three cars as she pulled into Reed’s Landing and slid down in the seat as she made her way to the guard house. She had to look ridiculous. Breathe, girl. You can do this.The same guard was on duty and she regretted her choice in outfits. “Hi, I’m—”

“Mr. Asbury is expecting you, Ms. Parker,” he said, smiling. “Have a lovely evening.”

Why was he being extra nice to her? Mr. Asbury must have called ahead. The power the man must wield. She trembled at the thought. There was no hesitation this time as she pulled down his long driveway, but she did study her makeup in the rearview mirror before easing out of the car. She knocked on the door and held herself with confidence, keeping her legs together, her hands in front of her. A prim and proper baby girl.

Master Dominick opened the door, his eyes widening as he gazed down the length of her. “I must admit, I approve, young lady. Come in.”

“Thank you, Sir.” There was no noticeable lust in his eyes, only a slight admiration for the way she was dressed. Maybe she’d been wrong about his earlier reaction. Business arrangement only. He was dressed in another crisp shirt and vivid tie, the deep turquoise matching his eyes almost perfectly. She couldn’t help but take a gander at his muscular chest inching into a carved waist and those legs. Whew. He had the longest legs. Even the throat plus chokerdimple in his chin was alluring, creating a wave of heat between her legs. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his exotic cologne, the fragrance of musk and something woodsy. She also gathered a whiff of her feminine wiles and squeezed her buttocks, as if the action would prevent him from gathering her scent.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” He walked away without issuing any additional commands.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Sighing, she was almost disappointed, but what did she expect? His earlier reaction had been based on her naked body, not because of the woman inside. She undressed and deposited her clothes, noticing the duffle was already waiting for his selection, positioned by the desk. She walked toward the corner, less apprehensive than the time before. When she placed her hands by her sides, she almost immediately moved to reflect on her behavior the last few days. In truth, she’d been much calmer, more focused than she’d ever been. How ironic.

The time spent standing in the corner seemed to go by quickly and when she heard his footsteps, she clenched her buttocks again, holding her breath.

“You seem far more relaxed than you did before. I’m glad. The discipline is already working,” he said with quiet reservation.

“Yes, Sir. I feel good.” She turned, feeling more sheepish than she had before. His eyes darted quickly away, a slight redness creeping up along his cheeks, which made her completely self-conscious. He’d changed in the limited time he’d been away, now wearing a pair of jeans and a Henley shirt in the same vibrant hue. What if he kissed her? What if he took her into his arms? She fought a moan from the thought alone, her nipples now aching, longing to be plucked and twisted. A brief image of her daddy sucking on her nipples floated into her mind. No. No. This wasn’t possible.

“Excellent.” He grabbed the bag, placing it on the same spot on the desk. He didn’t look in her direction as he unzipped the duffle, rummaging through.

The tension between them was entirely different but palpable, leaving her uncertain of her reason for being there. “I sent you the list, Sir. Did you have a chance to read my infractions?”

“I did. Seems you were a better girl in the past few days, although your mouth is rather caustic.” He grinned as he issued the words, yet still kept his gaze in another direction.

But his voice was strained.

What do you think? Would you heed his demands? 

Love and spanks…

Piper

 

Claimed by the Beasts

Yes, my sweet ones, I have a new release. I’ve always had a love of dangerous creatures, especially lions and tigers. My new release highlights white lions in a different light – one fueled by a curse plaguing their kind. The Red Moon is approaching, a time of passing that could mean their extinction, unless the King claims his bride. She’s very human, refusing to believe in dark beings haunting the night.

But she cannot refuse them, her hunger almost as ravenous as the wild beasts…

Would you like a taste? HOT off the presses.

CLAIMED BY THE BEASTS

SYNOPSIS

Investigative journalist Scarlet Dumane has spent years hiding from the truth about herself, but now her grandmother’s death under suspicious circumstances has brought her home to the bayous of Louisiana and she must face her fate, no matter how shameful and terrifying.

Though she has done her best to run from it, Scarlet cannot escape what is in store for her. She is destined to be claimed, not by one savage beast, but by three. Her mates will claimedbythebeasts_fullown every inch of her, and her beautiful body will be shared and used as roughly and as often as they please.

She will be a queen, but her mates will be her masters, and defiance will be punished. Yet even when she is stripped bare and spanked until she is sobbing, her need for them only grows, and every blush, moan, and quivering climax binds her to them more tightly. But with enemies lurking in the shadows, can she trust her mates to protect her from both man and beast?

EXCERPT

The wind whipped past him as he rolled through the darkened streets, the humidity licking at his face. He was hungry, his needs festering just under his skin. Tonight, he would need to feed, but only after satisfying his other craving.

Larken felt reborn, maneuvering the Harley around the bank of turns, hunkering over the handlebars as he pressed down the accelerator. The massive steel machine was his baby, left and cared for by his best friends. He’d craved the ride, the speed as well as the danger. This had been his hunting grounds when he was younger, enabling him safety from prying human eyes as he fed. The area would serve his needs again, at least for the time being. Going in excess of seventy miles per hour, he shot past the various driveways, heading into the city. There were signs all around him that the beasts of the forest were on the move and there was only one reason for the change in location.

Fear.

From the moment he’d arrived in Lafayette, his senses had been heightened, his skin prickling, the desire to shed his human skin increasing. His natural instincts were on high alert, electricity coursing through him. He also sensed something else.

His mate.

No matter his disgust at the old ways, they were all searching for their rightful mate, and there were significantly fewer females of his kind than even twenty years before. This wasn’t about reeling from her aroma, but an innate knowing in his mind. The concept was disturbing.

Why did he not gather her scent?

He slowed the bike, lifting his head and sniffing, inhaling the various odors of the forest surrounding him. What he could detect was that certain members of the Pride were on the prowl but there was more. Unfortunately, his once keen instincts would need to be honed. He rode on, picking up speed. He would service certain needs tonight to keep the change at bay, at least for the time being.

He was important to the majority of his kind, a member of the Vusi Pride, considered the most virulent and dangerous in the world. But their numbers were dwindling, a cause and effect of the curse as well as succumbing to the natural order of things—humans hell bent on destroying their land and taking away their livelihoods. While there were hundreds of Prides living in the United States, as well as other countries, their fate was in the hands of an ancient legend, carefully filtered to the younger generations. Elders controlled knowledge as well as their fates, at least to a point.

But he was considered king.

Larken was weary of what he’d find after returning to the city, even more concerned his Pride was being picked off one by one in an effort to control them. What the humans didn’t know is that they were prepared for a fight. He rolled his eyes as he recounted his training, years spent sharpening his skills, his youth stripped away by requirements given by the Elders.

And he’d hated every second, far too disobedient for his powerful and influential father.

white lionUnfortunately, he would need to make a choice, his decision altering the course of the Vusi, as well as other Prides. The weight on his shoulders was kicking his ass. The Red Moon was approaching, just as the ancient books had foretold. He’d been a nonbeliever for his entire life, but the recent events told a damning story. Still, tonight he wanted company in the form of a beautiful woman and he would find everything he needed at a local bar.

He was also meeting the two men that he could trust with his life, his kindred, the same men who had called him back into service. Trevor Williams and Bristol Abbott were important to the Pride, considered leaders and respected by the majority of the clan. They’d been bonded as children, their futures entwined, required to take the same mate. He snickered at the thought. They’d shared a few women all right, but that had been years ago. Claiming a single female as their intended mate sounded barbaric.

But required by the ancient laws.

Larken kicked down his speed as he approached the outer limits of the town, avoiding attracting any law enforcement official or other prominent member of the closely knit community. Their kind were merely tolerated at best, the abundance of old wives’ tales and campfire stories creating a vacuum around the village that he’d grown up in.

After all, they were beasts, monsters that terrorized Lafayette, feeding on the young, ravaging and pillaging the young virgins. Only the stories were crap. Except for one aspect.

They were creatures, what lore affectionately termed as werelions. Half human, half lion. Their kind had been cursed hundreds of years before, plagued with the knowledge that they would be annihilated one day, killed off because of a witchdoctor’s angry curse. Supposedly, their time had come. And all because of the Red Moon.

To think he’d come back for this bullshit, two-thousand-year-old crap to be exact. He should have stayed in Los Angeles, fighting fires and living the high life. He’d left his hometown the day he turned twenty-two, refusing to accept who and what he was. He thought about words from his father, who had encouraged him to leave. Perhaps it had been his father’s way of trying to keep him safe. He’d yet to see his father since his return. His father was one of the three revered Elders remaining in Lafayette, two arriving only a few decades earlier and all in preparation for the catastrophic lunar event.

Almost five years had passed, but nothing seemed to have changed. Being lured back gave him mixed feelings, no matter the circumstances. There were many who had bid him good riddance, including lower ranking officers with a penchant for power plays. He would face the Elders in order to make his determination. Time would tell. Snickering, he made a sharp right turn, allowing the bike to rumble as he headed for his destination.

The parking lot of The Full Tilt was hopping, dozens of cars, trucks, and motorcycles in the parking lot. The place had been, and in his mind, would always be a biker bar, even though from what he’d heard, tourists had found the location on some goddamn internet site like Yelp. Now, the place was jam packed with MC wannabes, all sporting some form of fake tattoo or another.

He found a spot all the way in the back, able to secure his bike in the darkness. There were enemies he longed to avoid, men who had no trouble dishing out a pile of shit when they were able. He didn’t want any trouble, but if there was, he’d have difficulty maintaining control given his level of hunger.

As he secured his helmet, he heard a rustling sound coming from only a few feet away. His keen senses took over, allowing him to see clearly in the darkness. The scene was far too delicious to resist. He’d never considered himself a voyeur, but his breakup had given him free rein to consider a certain level of adventure.

Even if his mate was in town.

He’d been a poster boy of virtue in LA, preferring to be a homebody instead of roaming the bars, no matter the quantity of women. His job had been his life until meeting Becky, but his good behavior hadn’t been only because of work or his relationship. There was something else much more vital in keeping him close to home. He’d been terrified of losing control. How long had it been since he’d transformed? Long enough to be concerned about his growing level of anger increasing daily. Rage could force him to shift, losing his ability to kill discriminately. At least being back home and near others of his kind, he was able to maintain a certain level of sanity, as well as keeping his beast at bay. He walked just around the bike, finding the source of the noise.

The older man was positioned in the driver’s seat of a rundown truck, the door open. Sprawled across his lap was a woman, her skirt raised, her naked ass in the air. As the sharp cracking sounds floated into the night, he couldn’t help but grin. The woman was getting a hard spanking. Right here, in the middle of the parking lot. Well, what the hell.

Larken’s cock was throbbing, pushing against the tight confines of his jeans, another reminder that his dark cravings were reaching a boiling point. He stood in the darkness, his eyes locked on the event, longing to be the man giving the round of discipline.

After a few seconds, he turned away, almost disgusted with himself.

Striding into the bar, he was easily able to see over the majority of customers given his size. The majority parted the way as he strolled through, moving his head from right to left as he scanned for his buddies. Fortunately, almost no one paid him much attention, which was a good sign. He found them in the back, parked next to a pool table. While there was no real privacy given the number of people, the single row of bar top tables was far removed from the dance floor and customers crowding against the bar.

“You’re late.” The deep baritone filtered into the night, husky and more like a rippling growl. As if the man was trying to be top dog.

Larken shot his harsh gaze toward the man he considered his best buddy, keeping the cold and calculating stare for a solid minute before breaking into a grin. “Plane was late. Then settling into the cabin was… interesting to say the least. Appreciate you opening it up for me.” Trevor was known as the most dangerous of the trio, his skills given his military stint legendary, at least from what he’d heard. Trevor had also left town for several months, returning of his own accord, the loyalty to his people an admirable trait, one Larken didn’t share. Bristol was the homebody, having rarely left Lafayette. At least the man’s construction firm was renowned. Neither man had changed to any degree, one of the perks of their breed. They’d kept in touch over the years. They were his betas to the alpha role he’d been born into. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking of the ancient ways.

What do you think? I do love my lion King…

Kisses

Piper

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Seeking: Daddy Dom

So, I have a question for you. Would you search for a Daddy Dom figure, a man who would provide discipline as necessary, even providing a set of rules? What if this person was an absolute stranger? And yes, you’ve vetted him out, making certain he’s not a serial murderer. No strings period. Just providing hard spankings on a regular basis. Believe it or not, there are discipline services that exists, Dom’s or Domme’s for hire. For a price, of course. Well, I decided to take this a bit further. What if you actually fell in love with your Daddy Dom? You never know, it could happen. A fun little piece coming in September. 

SEEKING:  DADDY DOM

Synopsis

What she craves is a Daddy Dom. What she needs is a knight in shining armor.the grip saying

Seeking a Daddy Dom. Must be professional, trustworthy, respectful, stern and honest. Searching for the right man who can provide established rules and serious discipline for a bad little girl. Bonus points for rugged, attractive qualities. No attachments. No strings. No sex. Willing to come to you for punishment sessions.

Will his damning past destroy all hopes for the future?

EXCERPT

Spankings. Spankings. Belt whippings. Over the knee spankings, Hand spankings, Paddles. Canes. Leather straps.

Jenna dropped her head into her hands, concentrating on her foot tapping on the floor as she waited. Since witnessing the very intimate act at Camie’s, she hadn’t been able to get the incident out of her mind. Her dreams had turned into fantasies, requiring her to pull out not one but two different vibrators – one for her ass, one for her pussy. Every excuse she’d used with Steve to keep him out of her apartment had been easy to say. Easy to lie. The time had allowed her to… To… When he’d texted her, breaking it off, she didn’t even shed a tear. Not a single one.

“Hey there. Glad you could meet me for lunch.”

Camie’s voice was way too cheerful. Lifting her head, she could feel the heat immediately rising from her neck onto her cheeks. She fanned her face then reached for the glass of water, almost turning it over. She’d ceremoniously managed, and with some difficulty, to keep some distance between herself, Camie and Mark during the remainder of the party. Now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hi. How’s work going?” The struggle in Jenna’s voice was oh-so apparent.

Camie laughed as she sat down, dropping her purse onto the floor, wincing as she tried to get herself comfortable. “Work is just driving me insane, but you know I didn’t invite you out to lunch to discuss my ever-evolving career.”

“Do we need a drink for this?” Jenna managed. She couldn’t help but notice her BFF’s careful moves on the chair. Another spanking? A series of visions popped into her periphery of vision, in bold and vivid color, accentuating the details of one. Hard. Spanking.

She laughed as she flagged down the waiter. “Two glasses of your finest Sauvignon Blanc.”

“Very good,” the waiter said, darting his approving gaze from one to the other.

“Uh-oh. You’re getting a divorce,” Jenna half whispered.

“Uh. No. Mark and I are happier than ever.” Her look was filled with passion and love. “Our anniversary is a little over four weeks away. Hard to believe.”

And she wanted to scratch her bestie’s eyes out with a dull spoon. “You could have fooled me the other day. You guys didn’t seem happy at all.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Camie leaned over the table, her eyes twinkling. “What you witnessed-“

“Was none of my business,” Jenna interrupted, throwing up her hand. She’d been admonishing herself since Saturday, reliving the moment over and over again.

She burst into laughter. “You’re my best friend. I have no problem with what you saw the other day. I should have told you certain particulars about my relationship with Mark.”

“You two are… I mean you guys… I mean… Hell, where is that damn wine?” Jenna had no doubt she’d down the glass in thirty seconds flat.

“Goofy. Your face is flushed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I was out of line and punished for my actions. I deserved the belt. We use spankings quite often in our b and w on chairhouse and I’m always on the receiving end.”

“Spankings? What about equality?” She realized the question was asked with far too much volume, interrupting the older couple sitting less than three feet away. She gave them a half smile, even though her eyes were an easy read – leave it the hell alone.

“Yes. I get three or four a week, sometimes more depending. You know two people can’t run a corporation effectively. One has to take the lead and Mark is head of the household. He doles out spankings as necessary. Like last night. He found out I overspent my allowance and ouchie is all I can say.” Camie grinned.

“TMI, thank you very much.”

“Oh, come on. You’re a grown adult. We all have certain rules to follow, whether from our employer or laws of the county and state. If we break them, we’re punished. Granted, I’d prefer not to receive a spanking in the middle of a party, but I egged him on, refusing to back down.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, not really.” Why was this so difficult for her? Jenna wrinkled her nose.

“You witnessed our argument. I was cranky. No, I was a bitch.”

“So was he. I mean, he was an asshole.”

“But he’s in charge. He runs the household. I live by certain rules including the fact I don’t continue nagging him or arguing, which is exactly what I did,” Camie insisted. “So, he took matters into his own hands. Calmed things down. Didn’t you notice how lovey dovey we were the rest of the party?”

Jenna could feel herself pale. “I was trying to stay as far away from the both of you as humanly possible.”

Camie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t embarrassed, and neither was Mark.”

The waiter brought the wine and as soon as he opened his mouth, Jenna waved her hand. “Not now, sugar. We need time. Lots of time. Get it?” she snapped.

The young blond backed away, his hands in the air.

“Jesus, girl. What’s eating you, the fact you witnessed your bestie receiving a spanking or the fact that you don’t have anyone who cares enough to give you exactly what you need? And what you deserve, I might add.”

She opened her mouth to retort then allowed a slow hiss to escape from her throat. “I don’t want that kind of relationship.” Her words were stilted. “Never. Not going to happen. Ever. Not in my lifetime.”

“Me thinks you doth protest too much.”

“Very funny.” Jenna took a sip then a gulp of her wine.

“Ask me anything because I know you’re interested in learning.” Camie grinned as she swirled the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass.

“What do you mean you know I’m interested in learning?”

She continued toying with the wine, her expression full of mischief. “Well, I was able to see your face the other day. A mixture of horror and desire. Secondly, you don’t remember our conversations?”

“What conversations?” Her thoughts drifted back to the infamous night six years before. She would never drink tequila again.

“Friday nights. Bottle of tequila and a pizza. Remember?”

“Well, duh. Of course, I remember. We’d talk about the various stud muffins in our classes.” Please don’t remember. Please.

“Speak for yourself. The guys in my classes were all geeks.”

“With the exception of Mark. Wasn’t he the football captain?” Jenna teased, appreciating the slight blush on her friend’s face.

“Love at first sight. Do you know, he told me on our second date that he believed in domestic discipline? By the third, he had me over his knees in the back of his car, spanking me until I cried. I knew he was the one for me after that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jenna asked, trying her best to keep her voice down.

“Well, I kind of did. I can’t believe you don’t remember that. We were watching that horrible movie with a spanking scene? Remember now? You admitted that you wanted a dominating man who could keep you in line. And authority figure. And yes, the concept of discipline and spankings came up more than once. That’s why seeing you with Steve makes me want to gag.”

“I remember the dreadful movie, but the rest is a huge blur.” Maybe she had said that. The words were certainly the truth.

Camie winked. “Uh-huh. You’re a terrible liar. I remember everything that you told me, girlfriend and I plan on holding it over your head for the rest of your life.”

“Bitch.”

“Exactly.”

They laughed, the ice broken. “You’re really happy with the arrangement?” Jenna asked.

“Ecstatic and our love life is out of this world. We have sex at least six times a week, sometimes more depending. Hot, passionate, wild sex, the kind that keeps my pussy sore, my knees weak.”

“Don’t make me vomit. Please.”

This time, she rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I wanted to give you a piece of advice.”

“Uh-oh. Here it comes.”

“I’m serious,” Camie huffed. “I want you happy and Steve isn’t going to do that for you.”

“Don’t have to worry about him any longer.” Jenna was unable to stop her fit of giggles.

“He’s gone?”

“Don’t get too excited. Yes. In classic Steve form, he broke up with me over the phone. He said something to the effect that I was beneath him. Asshole.”

Camie groaned. “What a prick. Couldn’t even say the words face to face?”

“No. He couldn’t say them period. He texted them.”

“I should kick his mother fuckin’ ass.”

“I would help you.” Jenna realized she was actually happy he’d chickened out. “I’m glad he’s gone.”

“That makes two of us. Now, you can find the dominating man you need. A firm hand will do you wonders.”

Jenna took another sip of her wine, this time savoring the flavor. “I don’t want a relationship. I need me time for a little while. A long time. Maybe forever. I don’t know what I need.”

“Except for a firm hand. Besides, I know the truth and as soon as the right man peels away all those layers you have, you’re be free to enjoy life.” She shook her head. “But I’m proud of you for wanting to get everything out of life you’ve been working so hard to achieve before you settle down. Good girl. However, finding a hunk with a heart of gold and a keenness for discipline would spark the vixen in you.”

What do you think? Don’t worry, he’s sexy as hell. I hope you enjoyed. BTW – here’s the link for Asha Daniel’s latest – one HOT hunky cowboy story and yes, my alter ego, in case you didn’t figure it out!

Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Asha Daniels

You know how I love having guests on my blog. I have one HOT reverse harem and it’s all about Outlaw Cowboys. Yep, they do exist. Her book is coming out on August 24th. Let’s have a warm welcome for… Asha Daniels

HER OUTLAW COWBOYS

SYNOPSIS

Can three dangerous outlaws find love and solace in the arms of one woman?

Wanted: Social Director. Come to the Wild West where you’ll find romance and the adventure of a lifetime.

For Georgia, a teacher from North Carolina, working on a dude ranch is exactly the change in her life she’s been looking for. Jilted by a younger lover, she’s more than ready Her Outlaw Cowboysfor something new, but passion is definitely offthe menu. And so, she lies in order to obtain the job.

When she meets three sexy, rugged, opinionated, and very arrogant cowboys, all bets are off.

Savage, Toby, and Josh are struggling to reclaim their lives. An opportunity for a job at a local dude ranch may be just what they need. A chance meeting with a sexy filly might fulfill a combined fantasy, but her caustic mouth and surly attitude need to be handled in their way—strict discipline. They have no problem taking her over their knees and issuing the physical correction she so desperately requires.

When their happiness is thwarted by damning accusations, including lies and deceit, can they work together to uncover the truth?

EXCERPT

Georgia was forced to look up at the man, his grin infectious. “Beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this place.” She was surprised he was in a pair of black jeans and a simple blue t-shirt, but dear God, the material hugged his chest muscles like nobody’s business. She had to divert her eyes away for fear of whimpering.

“We like to call it home. Are you checking in?” he asked, moving to the computer.

“Actually, I’m Georgia Taylor. Your new Social Director.”

He darted another glance, scrutinizing then breaking into a huge smile. Sticking out his arm for a handshake, he leaned over the counter. “Nice to meet you. I’m Shane Marshall. I kinda run this place, at least when my brother isn’t clamoring around. We are soglad to see you. You have an impressive resume. Catering. Planning weddings. Parties for the rich and famous. I am shocked you accepted the position.”

Shaking hands with the true cowboy sent shivers down her spine. When Jessica jabbed her in the side, she jumped. “I’m thrilled to be here.”

“And who is your friend?” His eyes twinkled when he looked at Jessica.

“She’s staying for a few days. I mean if that’s okay. I mean with me. In my room. If there’s room.” Georgia knew she was blabbering again.

The cowboy grinned, tipping his head, his gaze shifting to Jessica.

“Jessica. Jessica Miller,” Jessica breathed, pursing her lips. She kept his hand in hers, fanning her face with the other hand.

“Jess,” Georgia whispered.

Laughing, he reached into a drawer, pulling out a set of actual keys. “There’s plenty of room. We thought you’d prefer a cabin of your own. Why don’t you get all settled in and I’ll let Richard know you’re here. I’m certain he’ll want to talk to you.”

“Thank you so much. A cabin. I wasn’t expecting that.” Georgia took the keys, feeling every bit the liar she was. The embellishment on her resume had been after the wine. Sure, blame the wine consumption for lying like a dog.

“Only the best for our employees. Now, all you need to do is keep on the same path you came in on. About a mile down the road, you’ll come to a sign for the employee’s quarters. Yours in the third one on the right. Can’t miss it. There’s an employee café at the end of that street and you’re welcome to come up to the main house and eat at the restaurant as well. We have a well renowned chef in our midst.” Shane couldn’t take his eyes off Jessica.

“What kinds of things are there to do at this fancy resort?” Jessica brushed her hand down her neck as she swayed her hips back and forth.

“Watersports of all kinds. Hunting, if you’re into that. Hiking and ropin’ and riding horses. If you’d like, I’ll be happy to show you around tomorrow. Ms. Taylor will be far too busy to keep you company.” Shane’s voice had dropped to a seriously sensuous level.

Georgia resisted chuckling seeing the look on her friend’s face.

“I’d love that, cowboy. I need all the help I can get being roped, er learning ropin’ and blond with horsehorses,” Jessica purred.

“Then we’re on for ten in the morning. I’ll come get you.” Shane winked. “Why don’t you both come back here in an hour or so? While Georgia is talking with Richard, I’m certain I can find something for you to do, Jessica. If you’re game.”

“I’m always game,” Jessica stated without any hesitation.

“Thank you again.” Georgia grabbed her arm, trying to yank her away. The force of her jerk threw her, and she stumbled backwards and straight into the arms of someone else. A man. A man with massive arms, one who stood a solid foot taller than her and as she inhaled, she tingled from the musky scent. His hands moved down her arms, his grip firm but easy, keeping her from falling flat on her face. For a few seconds, she remained exactly where she was, refusing to move. Then her rational side took over. “I’m so sorry.” Yanking herself upright, she turned, flabbergasted at her actions.

“No problem.” His eyes were narrowed then opened wide as he gazed down the length of her body. “No problem at all.”

Flanked by two others, Georgia could hear the exclamation coming from Jessica. All three were incredible in their size and physique, their stunning looks and sculpted bodies. They were every woman’s fantasy and almost exactly as she’d pictured in her dreams. Oh God. Don’t panic. Don’t make a fool out of yourself. She darted another look, able to keep her wits about her.

One seemed almost regal in his aristocratic looks, his chiseled features. The other was more roguish, just like a man who rode a horse. But the man who caught her had a dangerous look about him. Dark. Forbidden. He was a man of action. Sensual. Sexual. Standing well over six feet somethin’, his arms were inked, the colors vibrant, his physique powerful and buff, his hair cropped short.

Her nipples were so hard, scraping against her bra, that she almost reached up to adjust the lace. She’d never had this kind of reaction by simply touching or being touched. The current flowing between them was off the chain, forcing her hair to stand up on the back of her neck. “Thank you for catching me.” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“My pleasure. Gotta watch your step around here. Never know what you might run into,” the hunk said before taking a step back. His eyes locked onto hers, reaching into her mind, her very soul. This wasn’t undressing her with his eyes.

This was creating a spicy appetizer, slathering on extra hot sauce and devouring. She was suddenly unable to breathe. She could also swear she could read his mind.

I could take you right here, feasting on your body, devouring your sweet pussy. Would you like that, sunshine? Would you love to have me fulfill your every desire?

Georgia blinked several times, trying to find any words to say.

“Are you all right, sunshine?” the hunk asked, ever so quietly.

“Fine. Just… fine.”

“Over here, gentlemen,” Shane stated, his tone having changed yet again. This time more authoritative, almost arrogant. “We need to have a conversation.”

The hunk tipped his head, giving her another look of longing before turning his attention toward the front.

“Wow. They grow them very big in these parts. Whew,” Jessica whispered, her hot breath cascading across Georgia’s cheek.

Georgia took a couple steps to the door and couldn’t help but turn around and look in their direction. The other two were watching her, admiring her was more like it. The dangerous man was glaring at Shane, nodding yet very unhappy.

“Wonder what that’s all about.”

Now, that was tasty! The cover’s pretty sizzling too. What do you think?

Thanks for being here, Asha. Pst – have you figured out a dirty little secret I have yet? Oh, come on…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I have the lovely Jane Burelli on my blog once again today with the third in her exciting and oh-so sexy science fiction series. This one burns with hotness. Come take a taste and say hello.

FEVERED LONGINGS – BRIDE OF FIRE BOOK THREE

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. Pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Mira had hoped she might find happiness in the arms of the Ice Lord. She was wrong. Political forces have driven them apart and the consequences are devastating for the fated mates. Despite all the past hurt and misunderstandings her fever for the infuriating jane fevered longingsman has not been extinguished, no matter how much she wished it.

Zorren never feared the cold until he’d tasted Mira’s warmth and passion. Mira is his and he is determined to claim her and restore her to her rightful place beside him: on the throne, in his life and in his bed. Now if only the little firebrand would cease her fruitless attempts to drive him away.

With rumblings in the South and conspiracy in the Iceari Court, Mira and Zorren need to present a united front more than ever. Are they brave enough to seize their second chance? Can they rebuild their trust and allow their love to blossom. Or will it be strangled by resentment and stubborn pride?

EXCERPT

At that moment with fury driving me out of my skin and eating me alive. Storming over to a tree I punched the trunk. The skin scraped off my knuckles and pain lanced through my hand. Better. It was as if I could reflect the pain somehow on the outside it would stop tearing me apart. I raised my hand to do it again only for it to be covered by a much larger one, halting me. “That’s enough, Hellcat,” Zorren murmured, the heat of his body beating on my back.

“Leave me alone,” I snarled under my breath biting the hand that offered comfort and focused on the pattern of the bark in front of me. Zorren inched forward and I found myself neatly trapped between the tree and his large body. Strong arms caging me in on either side.

“Mira, we don’t have time for this you need to control your emotions.” Warm breath sternly chastised my ear. “Or I will do it for you.”

I needed to heed him, I wanted to, instead I bared my teeth. “You and what army?” Yes, I was that stupid. Zorren pressed forward, his body covering me from head to toe and I had no room left to squirm.

“I don’t need an army just a strong arm, but we are currently open to attack while you act like a fool.” His hard, blunt words cut through. Exhaling, I forced my body to go slack.

“You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Zorren dropped a kiss on me to show there were no hard feelings. “Good girl.”

Thank you so much for being here! Sizzling!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Masters of the Castle – Witness Protection Program

I’m so excited to be a part of this sizzling and oh-so delicious compilation of stories – all involved around a single incident. The question is: Where will you be when the bombs go off? That sets the tone for eight stories, ten authors and one VERY bad man. The pre-order link will follow so you can get ready for this juicy BDSM collection. Who’s involved? Raisa Graywood, Katherine Deane, Tabitha Black, Golden Angel, BJ Wane, Rayanna Jamison, Kate Richards, Allysa Hart and the creator of the series – the incomparable Maren Smith. I thought you might like a taste of my piece just for fun. I Witness_Protection_Program_500x755adore truly dark and dangerous men. What happens if an FBI agent is determined to catch a wanted assassin? And, what would happen if she can’t deny her attraction?

CAPTURING CASSANDRA

SYNOPSIS

She’s longed to submit to a powerful man. Her choice? The assassin she’s hunted for years.

He’s cunning, he’s wealthy and he’s dangerous. When a mafia assassin is tasked to eliminate another, assuming the role of a Master Dom within the Castle, he’s prepared for just another assignment. That is, until he meets the woman selected to become his submissive. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s also his nemesis, an FBI agent hunting him for years.

What she doesn’t understand is that after this weekend, she will belong to him.

EXCERPT

He didn’t wait until the deed was finished. He simply walked toward the exit, whistling when the screams were muffled as the lid was pounded into place. “Goodbye, Mr. Timmons.”

God, he loathed this shit, no matter his appearance to everyone else. He liked to think he was an ethical killer, eliminating only those who were already horrible human beings. How many times had he thought about leaving the organization, finding work anywhere else in the world? The truth was ugly. If he even considered breaking his contract with the Salduchi’s, he’d end up tortured, his body washed up on the Jersey shore. He was locked in for the time being.

Less than twenty minutes later, he’d parked his car in his usual spot, far removed from any of the other customers. He needed a little R & R after getting his hands dirty. Knowing the owner of the posh club certainly had its perks. He was in the mood for entertainment, as well as a tall Canadian whiskey, and not for interference from anyone, including patrons of a kink club.

Sebastian breezed past the bulking doormen, heading straight for his usual table. Within thirty seconds, a drink was placed in front of him, the demure waitress his favorite. The exclusive and very private club allowed him continued anonymity, a requirement in his business. Only three of Mr. Sanduchi’s employees knew of his existence and they would be erased if Sebastian’s privacy was so much as disturbed. He chuckled at the thought, bringing the thick crystal glass to his lips. The taste was magnificent after the rough night.

This was his one free evening to himself. The next assignment was taking him out of town, to a castle nonetheless. Well, what the hell. He was in the mood for escaping the dark and ugly streets of New York, if only for a little while. Tonight, perhaps he’d indulge in carnal activities. Yes, the thought brought a quiver to his balls.

Sebastian had particular tastes and the majority of women would find them unappealing, if not downright disgusting. His tastes were considered sadistic, far too dominating, even in certain BDSM circles, making him careful about his choices, or trusting anyone. He sipped his drink, enjoying the atmosphere until a vibrant crimson dress caught his attention. The exquisite piece was body hugging, accentuating full breasts, a thin waist and long legs, the kind of legs meant to wrap around a man’s waist.

“Fascinating,” he said under his breath, watching her almost glide through the room. He’d never seen her before, which made the mystery a wonderful aphrodisiac.

The collar around her neck indicated she was ready for playtime, submission to be exact, and he could tell every red-blooded man in the room was hungry for what she had to offer. He studied her for almost ten minutes, the way she mingled, respectful in her actions yet in control of herself. She was, by far, the best looking submissive in the room, her eyes shimmering from the metal flakes clinging to her porcelain skin, her long eyelashes and scarlet lipstick, the color accentuating full lips. Even her dazzling copper colored hair, pinned in a tight bun, was desirable. She was beautiful.

She was also out of place, unescorted. Club Noire was known for catering to the upper echelon of society, but experienced participants only. The guests were all hand selected by the owner, a discerning and influential New Yorker. The lovely woman was obviously searching for someone, if not to break free of her confining mask, hence the garish makeup. He snickered and fingered the rim of his glass, rubbing the tip around in lazy circles. An ingénue to consider playing with, teaching, training.

Capturing.

The thought was delicious indeed. One night would be enough. At least for now. He’d never fallen for anyone, submissive or otherwise. He enjoyed taking and tasting but refused any entanglements. The bitter involuntary sigh reminded him that he was also hungry for a change in life. Given the abusive requirements laid out by the Sanduchi family, he refused to bring a woman, or anyone, for that matter, he cared about into the mix. They’d become an immediate target, the attachment a known weakness to exploit for any reason.

When she disappeared into the crowd, he was unable to resist, taking his drink and following her, his cock now throbbing, aching. He hadn’t experienced this reaction in quite some time. Remaining in the shadows, he trailed behind her as she moved from room to room, her eyes wide with delight. When she slipped inside the pony play area, he was forced to admit he was intrigued. He studied her for some time, the way her hand brushed across her neck, an obvious nervous habit. She remained in the back of the room, her eyes fixed on the Dom centered in the middle of the room. A flogger in one hand, he was parading his pony around the room proudly, whipping her naked ass for the slightest infraction.

Sebastian took another sip of his drink, able to see by the woman’s reaction that she was fascinated but frightened. Perhaps this was too much to begin with. He inched closer, until he was directly behind her. Inhaling her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils, he envisioned his particular methods of training. He would enjoy breaking her down to a basic level, providing discipline as well as pleasure, but only if she was a very good student.

She tensed, as if knowing he was standing only a few inches away, yet a smile curled across her lip. The woman didn’t fidget, nor did she cower, two traits he abhorred. Additional points in her favor.

“You seem quite interested,” he stated as he lowered his head, allowing a single hot breath to cascade across the back of her neck.

Her breath skipped, her lips pursed. “Very much so.”

“You are submissive.” Sebastian fingered the leather collar surrounding her neck, a rather crude leather piece unbefitting her gorgeous attire.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, you can be trained.”

She darted a quick glance in his direction, blinking several times. “I’d like to be, sir.”

“And you’re not owned?” He had to admit, he was more than curious.

“No, sir. I’ve been told I’m… difficult, untrainable.”

Her statement brought a chuckle to his lips. “All women are trainable. The method used is the key.” He allowed his finger to travel down her neck to the area just above her spine. Electricity shot through him, forcing his balls to swell.

She remained quiet, only the slightest moan escaping her mouth.

“I believe you require a very firm hand, harsh discipline and strict rules. You crave the darker side of kink, being captured and caged, your body used while enjoying the taste of ecstasy.”

Shuddering, she nodded before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“Training takes time, effort and location. I can only offer you a taste of discipline tonight. Is this something you desire?”

“Very much so, sir.” Her words were whispered, the lilt captivating in sensuality.

“What is your name?”

She licked across the seam of her mouth, as if buying time. “Winter, sir.”

“Lovely. A woman as warm and beautiful as you should have an equally stunning name. Follow me, Winter.” Sebastian didn’t look back to see if she would follow. He prided himself on being able to read people, especially women. She yearned for an experience she’d only read about in horrific books depicting S & M as easy to understand. Being welcomed into the club was the first step. The owner must consider her worthy. He moved in absolute silence toward a more suitable location, the room known as punishment to the regulars. Taking her hand, he led her inside, securing a location in the back before placing both hands on her shoulders. “Watch and learn.”

Winter was wide eyed as the first demonstration was given, a masked Dom securing a woman to a steel ‘X’ cross, her naked body quivering as the shackles were placed around her wrists and ankles. The rubber ball gag positioned in her mouth was no doubt to keep her screams from interrupting the others during playtime.

Sebastian was well aware certain rooms within the club were more for show than any aspect of true BDSM, but he’d always enjoyed the various acts, if only from afar. He’d never brought a submissive to this location, or to any for that matter. Why, tonight, was he breaking his own rules? The question was intriguing.

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So, what do you think? Pretty Sexy, huh? I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Jennifer Bene

She’s a USA Today bestseller. She’s a fabulous writer. She’s one adorable and gracious lady. I’m very lucky and happy to have Jennifer Bene on my blog today with her latest release – Corrupt Desires. You know she writes dark and delicious stories, which fits purr-fectly on my blog. I think you’re going to need a large fan after reading an excerpt! Let’s take a peek.

CORRUPT DESIRES

SYNOPSIS

Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the jennifer CorruptDesiresEbookimpossible.

It should have stayed a one-night stand.

Now, it’s too late.

Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?

EXCERPT

“Beg me again, Phee.”

“Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding, bent over his lap as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curling down to brush against that bundle of nerves inside as his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit. Continuing until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.

“Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s threat made Phee’s mouth drop open, but before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.

“Oh God… Bryant!” Phee bucked against his grip, but he refused to let her move, and so she finally gave in. Let go and let the tug of Bryant Holbrook’s whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please—”

Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee,” he purred, hips dropping between hers, and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.

“Bryant! Please!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.

“So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Yes! I want you, please, Bryant,” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.

“All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her hard, biting her lip and devouring her mouth in a delirious rush that finally gave her a hint that he felt the same way she did. Lifting her hips, she moaned against his lips, desperate to feel him inside her. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he twisted to grab a condom from the bedside table and she immediately reached for his boxers. Bryant went still, grinning down at her. “Did I say you could move your hands, Phee?”

Whining, she returned them above her head, and it was torture to watch as he slid two fingers into his mouth. Tasting her like he had all the time in the world as the condom hung in his other hand and his cock stayed trapped behind dark cloth. Lifting her hips into the air, she was reassured by the way Bryant’s gaze burned down her body to focus between her legs. “Please, Bryant. Please…

“You taste so good.” That cocky smile tilted his lips and he gripped himself through his boxers, stroking as he lifted the foil of the condom to his mouth and tore the edge. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, I will, I swear!” All pride out the window, she clenched the bedding in her fingers so she wouldn’t move.

“Next time I’m going to tie you up just so I can watch you writhe like this.” It was a promise she hoped he’d keep, but then none of it mattered because he was pushing his boxers down. He was long, thick, and she wanted to taste him, but didn’t dare move and tempt him to drag this out any further. He rolled the condom on slowly as he leaned over her. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded and she did.

“Bryant,” she whispered, and then he was kissing her. One of his hands enveloped her wrists, tightening to hold them in place as she moaned against his lips, his cock brushing against her in a tortuous tease. She lifted her hips, pleading in broken murmurs, before he finallythrust inside her.

It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust pushing her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. “That’s right, beg me for it…”

HOW TO STALK JENNIFER

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Stella Moore

Happy sizzling Sunday! I have an incredible guest on my blog today. Her latest book delves into every woman’s worst nightmare – a bad body image. How difficult is this for some? Terrifying to say the least. What happens when you’re faced with this in the most horrific manner? Well, you fight back – your way. Welcome and enjoy Stella Moore’s most excellent book.

DADDY’S PERFECT PRINCESS

SYNOPSIS

Left humiliated and heartbroken by the man she’d planned to marry, Mindy Kirkman goes on a mission to get the best revenge (body) she can. Her plans take an unexpected turn when she falls hard for sexy personal trainer, Fox Washburn. But Mindy’s quest for Stella Coverrevenge takes her down a dangerous path. Will she sabotage her happiness with Fox? Or will she finally accept that perfection comes in all sizes?

EXCERPT

“He dumped me,” Mindy said after a long while.

“Asshole.”

Mindy smiled, grateful that she could, even when her heart felt like it was shattering into a billion tiny pieces. “You don’t even know why he dumped me. He could have had a perfectly logical reason.”

“Impossible. You’re perfect.”

“Yeah, okay,” Mindy replied with a humorless laugh. “Apparently, I’m too fat to be Mrs. Todd Allen, so there’s that.”

Jenna’s hand stilled on her head. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”

What a wonder it was, to be loved so deeply by someone that even the slightest insult would bring them rushing to your defense. Mindy closed her eyes and let the warmth of Jenna’s righteous fury wash over her. “Those weren’t his exact words, but it was the basic gist.”

“He’s going to basically get my foot up his ass. What a fucking douchebag,” Jenna snarled.

Mindy sighed. “I guess.”

“You guess? What do you mean you guess?”

“It’s just… I knew he wanted me to lose weight.” Tears she hadn’t thought she still had in her clogged her throat. “I knew it was important to him and I didn’t bother to try hard enough. It’s my fault, Jenna.”

The room fell silent, save for Mindy’s occasional sniffle and Jenna’s ragged, furious breathing. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Jenna finally said at length. “You’ve been through a major trauma, and you’re not thinking straight. We can talk about it after you’ve had some sleep.”

BIO

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

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Kisses… Piper

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